Concert preview: The Black Angels could be transcendent at the Newport

Consider this my white flag. Nobody’s beating Steven Hyden’s description of The Black Angels at Pitchfork: “In 10-second intervals — the first few bars of a fuzz-drenched guitar riff, the opening thuds of a tribal drum beat, the first line dripping from a stoned vocal — the Black Angels can sound like the coolest band on the planet. If only there didn’t have to be an endless series of identical 10-second intervals after that.”

Thing is, even if a monotonous album like the new Indigo Meadow tries the patience on record, in the live setting such trance-inducing repetition can be transcendent, especially when juiced up with the requisite amplification. So the show Wednesday at the Newport will probably be an immersive swell of sound and swagger.

The openers aren’t too shabby, either. Allah-Las and Elephant Stone each offer a slightly different flavor of retro psych zealotry — the former a post-Black Lips miscreant beach party, the latter a gleaming post-Tame Impala sprawl.